I shouldn’t post when so worked up and just waking. I dreamed of you again last night. And the night wasn’t so hot but I was covered in sweat when I woke. And feeling breathless. Feeling so dom and laying down the law. I’ve got that side, as well, and there’s not a human being out there who can talk it better than me, I promise. I think I proved that on the other side of the equation. When spending years exposing my heart and the sensitive part, all I have to do now is walk up to you confidently, and that’s when you’ll feel yourself melting. Right into my hands where you belong. All this was for a reason. The trust. And now my work is done, and yours is just beginning. The training, the pleasing, the working hard to stay in my good graces. There’ll be a lot of long nights, and a lot of sweat spent. Your daddy is loving, but he can be stern, and so hard and unforgiving. Relentless and breathless, here are the lessons they didn’t teach you. But the ones deep down you’re craving. I guess I woke up on the hot side of the bed. Better meditate or something. I’m a little delirious. Dreams are getting the better of me. It’s “Waiting for Godot, Part 2,” and we’re like, “They made a sequel to *this?*” Maybe it’s the smoothies and the supps. Wat up? Maybe my T levels are shooting up. Not bad for pushing 50. “It’ll put hair on your chest.” I got a good deal on mine. You don’t need me smooth. A woman likes a man because he’s different. It’s been a long hot summer. A lot of discipline and training, and rewards for good behavior. You’ve got to earn them, though, now. Lose yourself in me. You know you can trust me. That’s what the first years were about. Now you can find some direction, some peace of mind – some blessed release! – some surety, while giving me all your purity. You so want to let go. I will show you how. I can read you like a book. I can pluck you like a harp. You’re an angel, but you so want to play in the dark. And there you see the light. That’s where you’ll be yelling the name of the creator more times, over and over, than you ever have in your life. The dom glove fits so nicely. The real confidence comes in the ability to take it off, and show my deepest wounds and insecurities. And tell my truths so the whole world hears it, and never bat an eye. When others give up pathetically, I get going … and going … and going. Over you. I’ve done all the things lesser men would never do. And you know it, too. Knowing is everything. So when the glove comes back on, you’ll always know what’s underneath it. A heart that would never betray you. Lose yourself in that. Find yourself in this. What’s he going on about? I don’t know. I woke up this way this morning. Strange things happen when you haven’t been seen in so long! Guys become like sailors who’ve been stuck on a ship for months on end. The way they get when they finally come to port. It’s all good. But it’s strange, this world where you’re never seen at all. The sun hasn’t been seen for weeks now. It’s like that show where the star leaves, but the show keeps on going. It’s different. You always feel the hole. You’re bigger than life. You give life to others. When you go, they slip away in the dark, and I guess write posts like this one. But a guy’s gotta pull himself up. You taught me strength. I got it from you. I’m here and I’m awake, and it’s cloudy, but it’s a day after all. Another day will do, without seeing you. Boy, it feels empty, though, without you. So my job is to fill it up. Love my doggie, love everyone around me. Try to fill in the gaps you leave with your absence. It’s a Monday, that’s for certain. But you’re in our hearts all the time. Even when a guy wakes up worked up. He’ll get by. We’re all doing time, in different ways. I’ll get back to breathing and the meditating and finding that place of beauty. Nobody does what you do to a man. No one has ever been so stunning. So much so the memory of you sears through so strong, like a star that they say is gone, but it’s still lighting. That’s how gorgeous you are. But that’s not your problem, it’s ours. It’s a great problem to have. Breathless guys trying to reconcile how it’s even possible for any one woman to be so beautiful. But, there you are. The proof is in. You’re always the one who leaves men reeling and crying out in their sleep. The ones who see you are never the same after. It’s just an early Monday ramble, with T levels spiking. You bring the dead back to life, in more ways than anticipated apparently. You cover all the bases, from being the purest angel to something a little steamier. There’s no facet of the diamond that isn’t yours to own. You’re all those things in one, to any man. So he never has to go searching. Happy Monday! I’ll take a cold shower! Even when you’ve gone away for so long, I promise you it’s your star that is still shining brightest in the sky. 🔥☀️😇❤️

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You’re fire, you’re dynamite. You’re the pin-up poster on the wall. You’re *everything* men dream about. It’s all in your eyes, and it’s in every detail about you. You’re fire all the time. It never goes out.